Back in college I would’ve killed for a frat to throw us a paint party, but it never happened. Now as a 22-year-old highly mature and somewhat-functional “adult,” I look at this and I’m like “ew.” Just 1.5 years ago I was flopping around in a dark basement like these kids and yet I just feel so far removed from that now that the only thing I can think of while watching this is “I really hope they all showered before they went to bed that night.” Am I old? Do I suck now? Probably. But if you get me blacked out off of cheap vodka sodas I can maybe remove the stick from my ass and have fun again…maybe.